So writing the Third Life chapter (which is two away) is taking a long time, there’s so many aspects of it that i have to write- original-timeline-wise i’m only about halfway through session 2- this may take longer than expected, but here’s a small tidbit of what i have so far! (More soon!)
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His eyes snapped open. This isn’t his bed. Panic began running through his veins. He sat up, fear pulsing in his heart. Where was he?
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Run. Kill. Survive.
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GoodTimesWithScar was blown up by Creeper
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He had grown up under his mother’s expert care, learning the ways of the Nether. Blazes were a matriarchal society, that that had ended with him. His only sister, Sora, four years his senior, had died in an accident nearly seven years ago.
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Scott snickered but took his hand and grasped it gently, swinging their interlocked hands between them and tangling their fingers together. “I know.” He teased. “It’s just fun to see you blush.” At the mention of that the Oceanfolk blushed harder, if it was possible. Scott smiled at that and reached up, brushing dirt from his cheek. “You’re pretty.”
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Scar always wondered what chocolate tasted like.
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“How you holding up, bud?” Cleo asked him.
“HYUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” He screamed in shock and fright.
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“Pretty good from up here!” Martyn hopped down from his perch, his long tail slapping the grass. “The roof’s a tad lopsided but nothing a little bit of effort won’t fix.”
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Bdubs clapped his hands gleefully. “Yay! Best dinner ever!” He shouts, springing up to run inside. “Impulse! We’re having the best dinner ever!”
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“WHY DID YOU DO THIS, MARTYN?!!” Tango shrieked at the top of his lungs, making the Oceanfolk wince as the Blazeborn, engulfed in flames of his own making, sprinted past him while being chased by several angry pillagers.
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“Science and discover- AHHHHHH!”
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Scott let out a breathy laugh, mostly of relief, and lifted his hand to tuck the poppy he held into Jimmy’s hair, just over his left fin. “You think?”